While we were gently trundling down a leafy back lane and in no particular hurry the boss and I were stopped by some level crossing gates. This was the signal to start the usual routine!
'Can you hear the train coming?'. 'No.' We open the car windows. 'Yes, I think I can.'
'Which side is it coming from?'. 'The left.'
It then arrives from the right.
We gaze admiringly at the flower display around the neat gate keeper's cottage while the train thundered past and this little gem was spotted on the end wall. What a lovely bit of cast iron and it's meticulously painted too.
The Victorians didn't mess about and there was no computer printed vinyl in those days, they did things properly.
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